Phoenix Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

Her hair was up in a bun, a long curly strand of hair grazed her cheek. She was going to Phoenix for a business brunch with a well-known millionaire who wanted to rent Garvey’s Bar for a whole weekend for himself and his exclusive group of friends. He wanted to rent all the rooms in the hotel, too. The group got together four times a year to partake in sexual activities. The group is so large, exclusive, and rich that they rent out entire locations. This quarter they were looking at the infamous Orgy Bar. They thought the pictures on the website were rustic and wanted to do a western theme. They were willing to pay big bucks for the experience.

The girl raises her brow. "One hundred dollars and I'm only betting because I'm sure I'm right." Gold feels as though he's about to throw up. He runs back inside the comfort room. "I'm not gay." He tells himself. "You're not gay, Gold Adana." He tries again, this time; he refers to himself in third person. "You can't be gay!" He splashes water to his face, copying his mother's line. And reason. He can't be gay because it's going to ruin his career. The career he built for so many years. The career that costed him everything.

The penthouse was quieter than usual on Night Eighteen. Rain had eased to a soft drizzle, leaving the city lights sharp and glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Kai lay sprawled on his stomach across the massive bed, naked and sated after their first round a slow, deep fuck against the glass where Damien had taken him from behind while they both watched the city below. The phoenix tattoo on his back gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat, fresh red marks blooming where Damien’s fingers and mouth had claimed him.

“Yeah, sure. Where are you?” “I’m alright. I can get any information I’m after. I’m at Blue Phoenix KTV right now.” Chester hung up the call as soon as he finished. Blue Phoenix KTV was an entertainment center that opened two months ago. It was located on the busiest road in Donghai City. It was exceptionally upscale, with many luxury cars parked near its entrance. The people there were either rich men or pretty ladies. Two young usherettes greeted Darryl as he rushed to the entrance.

Phoenix steps up and is about to sink his fangs in when she whispers “Stop! Stop! I will tell you where she is, please!!” I sigh, “Phoenix wait… I gave you one chance to tell me where she was and you thought it would be funny to insult me instead, so even if you tell us now, there is no way to get out of your punishment. Phoenix, continue..” Phoenix steps back up again and just as he is about to sink in his fangs, she says, “She is in the abandoned house about halfway between here and the accident site. I found it by accident the day after I got here for the Blood Moon ball. It's where I have been staying. It had food and water, it even had some blood bags… please..”

Saad ni Phoenix. Dahan dahan niyang binuksan ang pintuan ng kuwarto niya. Nagkatinginan ang dalawa dahil nakita nila ang babaeng nakatalikod at nililigpit ang bedsheet. "Ay Kabayo!" Bulalas ni Ely nang makita ang dalawang lalaki na nakatanod sa kanya. Mula ulo hanggang paa na pinagmasdan nila Azza at Phoenix ang babaeng nakaputi. "WAA!" Sumigaw nang pagkalakas ang dalawa kaya napasigaw din si Ely. Pinagbagsakan ng pinto ni Pheonix ang babae at tumakbo sila papaunta sa Kusina.

Camellia smiled. “Phoenix doesn’t need belief. It just needs keepers.” *** Back in the Swiss Alps, Sophie and Alexander broke ground on the Phoenix Retreat. It wasn’t luxurious. A-frame wooden walls. Solar panels. Rainwater tanks. Inside: a fireproof archive room, a reflection library, and four beds for those on civic sabbatical. Sophie painted the words “Rest doesn’t mean retreat” across the first wall. Alexander asked, “Still want to run the world?” Sophie laughed. “Only if it walks.”

Three days ago, this place was filled with wolves, but because I couldn’t exactly keep it that way even with my connections, the Phoenix resort where Neo disappeared that night was back in business. Humans roamed around the place normally, some bikini-clad women were even eyeing us up and down, and frankly, I was surprised Zane didn’t seem to care about women flirting with him. He looked like the type to play around. Maybe I had misjudged him a little too quickly. Though it was either he didn’t care at all or was far too busy watching my every move. Was it out of curiosity or was it because he was… homosexual? I paused my walking to glance backwards and he and I looked at each other for a fe

That should count for something. That night, I walked in on Ajax in the bathroom. He was staring at Phoenix’s image on his body, running his fingers over her image as if he was caressing her. “Oh, I didn’t hear you come home,” he says, quickly grabbing his clothes. “Don’t,” I tell him. “You were always so proud of her image on you,” I say, walking over and running my fingers along the lines of her body spread out over his. “I'm still proud of it, of having been her mate. It just hurts seeing it, you know? She just seemed so much larger than life.”

Sarah was speechless for a moment; no word came out of her mouth even though she wanted them to. “You think?” she muttered. “Do you think there was some kind of birth record for supernatural creatures in the middle ages?” Luke was sarcastic at first, but seeing Sarah’s face he reluctantly continued. “Life circle of a phoenix is 500 years. That’s when we can ascend…” “Go on, you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone.” Sarah assured him.